Bokelskere.no

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, «Is it good, friend?»
«It is bitter –bitter,» he answered;
«But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.»

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never"–
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.

Once there was a man,–
Oh, so wise!
In all drink
He detected the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
At last he cried thus:
"There is nothing,–
"No life,
"No joy,
"No pain,–
"There is nothing save opinion,
"And opinion be damned."